'What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?'
That was the first sentence that Zaya read in the muggle-novel that Draco gave her. Even though she promised to give the novel back when he visits them, she didn't even finish t yet. Something other than reading the novel was on the girl's mind, and she needed to talk to someone about it. Well it can't be her parents of course, but she doesn't know who she can talk to. Hermione lives in the muggle world and she doesn't know exactly where. Besides, Zaya isn't close with any other girls to talk with them about that 'thing'.
"Good morning, Father." Zaya said quietly, going to the living room and sitting on one of the dark blue chairs there.
"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" Mr. Alvis replied, without taking his eyes off of the newspaper he is reading.
"Yes, almost. Where is mother?"
"She is sending a letter to the Malfoys." He said with disgust on his face. "I don't know why you two like them very much."
"What is she writing for?" Zaya said as she laughed on her father's nagging mumbles.
"I am inviting them for dinner." Mrs. Alvis said as she showed by the living room's door. "It's for after two weeks so there is a long time until they come. I think it's a good time since the new school year is starting next month."
'I need to finish that book' Zaya thought. "Ahem. Father can I ask you something?" she asked.
Mr. Alvis looked up from his newspaper and closed it, put it on the table next to the chair he's sitting on, took off his glasses and looked at his daughter. "Ask."
"I want to visit my friend for something important I want to discuss with her." Zaya said nervously, looking at her lap.
"And where does your 'friend' live? Is she in the same house as you?" Mr. Alvis asked as if his daughter said something dangerous.
"Um, she was sorted into Gryffindor. And um, well…" She stopped, looked at her father without lifting her head "She lives in the muggle world. She is a muggle born."
"A what?!" Mr. Alvis asked again. "How did you become a friend with a muggle born?!"
"Well it's not as if it's wrong, is it?" Zaya kind of snapped.
"Of course not honey, but how are we going to know where she lives exactly if she lives in the muggle world?" Mrs. Alvis said to calm her daughter, and her husband down.
"I.. I don't know. I thought maybe father knows a way since he goes to the muggle world."
"What's her name?" Mr. Alvis calmly asked.
"Granger. Hermione Granger."
"And what is that important thing that you want to discuss with her? Can't it wait until you see her at school?" He asked again.
"I can't tell. It's a secret."
"Well fine then, I'll find where their house is. However, your mother is coming with you after lunch."
Not after so long that Mr. Alvis found the Granger's house address. Zaya and her mother went there within the blink of an eye, and knocked the house door. A white skinned woman with beautiful green eyes and dark hair opened the door.
"May I help you with something?" She asked politely.
"Good after noon ma'am. Is Hermione Granger here?" asked Zaya.
"She is. Come in, I'll call her down for you."
Soon after, Hermione and Zaya were sitting together in Hermione's room talking about normal stuff, when Hermione asked.
"Why the sudden visit by the way? I like that you came but I can't stop from wondering, why?"
"To be honest, I need your advice."
"For what? Is there something wrong?"
"No, no. It's just.. I think that I like someone from school but I don't know what I have to do."
"Wow I didn't see that coming. I think it's probably too soon to say that you like that person since you saw each other just this year. Don't tell that person that you like him yet. Wait until the middle of our second year. If you still have the same feelings then go ahead and tell that person about how you feel." Hermione said maturely. "But who is it that caught your attention? Is it-" She gasped. "It can't be the one I'm thinking of, right?"
"I have no idea who you are thinking of, and I'm not telling you who is the one."
"What? But why?" Hermione asked as if she was going to cry.
"It's a secret. And it's going to remain a secret."
"Just think about few things, Zaya. Why do you like that person? How often do you think of him? How often do you talk about him? these kind of questions are going to tell you whether you actually like them or just think that you like them."
Going downstairs Hermione was still trying to figure out who Zaya likes. Well it was pretty obvious for her but she wanted to make sure before she make any assumptions.
"Mother, I am ready to leave." Zaya said.
"It was a nice time with you Mrs. Granger. Send my greetings to your husband. Thank you for the cake it was delicious." Mrs. Alvis said as she stood up and shook Mrs. Granger's hand, heading to the door.
Later that night Zaya was on a table of three, eating dinner, not hearing what her parents are talking about. She was thinking about what Hermione said. What if she doesn't lie him and was lying to herself for the entire summer break? Her parents noticed her zoning out, and not knowing why they couldn’t even ask her about it. They decided that it's better if she figured a solution to her problem by herself. They didn't get a hint that their daughter is involved in some love trouble. She laid down on her bed and asked herself the questions Hermione told her to ask. She didn't know why she liked him. She didn't think about him much more than she thought about someone else. She started getting confused and wondered if she likes him or is just interested in what's so called "Liking and Loving."
'Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.' She thought 'I don't think that this time is one of those times.'
"Maybe, I don't like him more than a friend after all" She said out loud to her self. "Yeah, that's about right."
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